Heaven-Piercing Peak.
Daoxuan looked as though he had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
He held an immortal sword in hand, his azure robes snapping in the night wind.
The night on Heaven-Piercing Peak was bitterly cold.
But compared to that chill, the killing intent radiating from Daoxuan was even more piercing.
"Wan Renwang!"
"Do you truly think my Qingyun Sect is some soft persimmon for anyone to squeeze?"
Daoxuan's voice boomed like a great bell, resounding across all of Heaven-Piercing Peak.
He took a step forward, and the air currents around him surged.
The pure aura of the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao swirled around him as though it were tangible.
"Ye Xuan is a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius of my Qingyun Sect, the future of the righteous path!"
"You filthy demons who cannot bear the light—you think you are worthy of laying a hand on him?"
Daoxuan's words brimmed with contempt.
The Ghost King's expression turned abruptly cold.
He stood with his hands behind his back, the Dragon Subduing Cauldron above his head slowly rotating and casting down a crimson glow that set hearts trembling.
He had thought that, under the suppression of absolute power, Daoxuan would compromise for the sake of preserving the Qingyun Sect.
It seemed blood would have to be spilled after all.
"Stubbornly incorrigible."
The Ghost King sneered and raised his right hand.
His gaze was as cold and venomous as a snake's.
"Since you want the entire Qingyun Sect to be buried alongside that little bastard—"
"Then I'll grant you your wish!"
As his hand fell.
Demonic Sect followers, like black clouds pressing down upon a city, surged madly toward Yuqing Hall.
Their cries of battle shook heaven and earth.
Before the Demonic Sect followers could rush close.
A blinding bolt of